Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.